alternating feelings collide in my skull
shifting in the elements I vow
to leave a storm to brew
faithful suitor of the dark
my lungs full of whispers
talking on the winds a specter
warded guard gossiping on the ether
my dreams spin, and my love grows
all glory to the sentient who saves me
altercations of binded bliss will never halt me
I am insane and betrothed to the wretched keepers of time
ingredients to taste, spider’s wing
a skeleton with no skull still talks
rattle the bones
inside me quiver for something sweet
a dash of this a bit of that
succluent meaning inside the dark
defiant sin carries her own
insane sounds travel the halls
mysteries dance inciting us all
clever witch divining truth
a scryer of wisdom, a keeper of shadows
looking inward I see visions not to be uttered
sanctity in the hour but none for me, sorry state
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write with deep layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️